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If ye’ll but stand to what ye’ve said,
I’se gang wi’ you, my shepherd lad,
And ye may row me in your plaid,
And I sall be your dearie.
Ca’ the yowes, etc.
Blacklock: The sweetest voice of Caledonia’s sons, Mrs. Ferguson.
The Duchess (rising): Well, your poet has captivated me entirely, Mrs. Ferguson. I return to Gordon Castle next week, Mr. Burns. I hope you will visit us there.
Burns (kissing her offered hand): If you will indulge me so far, your Grace.
[The Duchess says good-bye to Mrs. Stewart and Dr. Blacklock, and goes out with Mrs. Ferguson, passing Ferguson at the door. Ferguson moves down to Blacklock.]